2nd Primarch

This was a perfect attack.

Dukel's bright eyes pierced the veil of the Sea of Souls. Upon seeing the despicable attacker's appearance, he was immediately filled with fury. The rage of the Primarch gathered into a palpable force in the High Heaven. A rampant wildfire burned everything around it red. Countless hidden dark creatures wailed in pain in the flames, praying that the great being might calm His wrath.

"Magnus!"

Driven by the spread of psychic energy, the Primarch's voice crossed the endless sea of souls and echoed through the Thousand Sons fleet. The murderous intent stirred endless anger, sending a chill through the Thousand Sons' descendants.

The Primarch recognized the other party's identity instantly. He was his brother who had once pursued the truth, but was now bewitched, using psychic magic to destroy the Imperial Webway, ensuring that the Emperor would never rise from the throne again. He was the greatest cause of humanity's fall into the Dark Ages.

It is no exaggeration to say that even Horus, who launched the rebellion, did not cause half as much damage to the Empire as Magnus did.

The Thousand Sons fleet was arranged in a square formation, and in the center of this formation stood an incredibly large structure.

It was the City of Light, built by Magnus—the crystal wonder of Prospero, the Great Pyramid of Tizca. Once a center of knowledge and art, it was one of mankind's greatest cities.

But now it was twisted and ugly, with enormous crystalline red pupils staring at everything around it with malicious intent.

"Number Two, we meet again. You are still so impulsive and irritable, dominated by emotions." The Emperor's Fifteenth Son walked out of the Great Pyramid calmly.

"Unfortunately, you can't scare me!"

Magnus' stature continued to swell, so great was he, his power untold, that even as he spoke, he stood taller than three Space Marines combined.

This was the Warp, where the Primarch could exert power far beyond the real universe.

Magnus had once been convicted of sabotaging the Webway Project, and the Emperor had ordered the Space Wolves to bring him back to Terra.

Unfortunately, the messenger was a puppet of the gods, who distorted the Emperor's will and ordered the Space Wolves to exterminate the Fifteenth Primarch and his Thousand Sons Legion.

The Space Wolves' Primarch fought Magnus and ultimately defeated him.

But at the last moment, Magnus unleashed a final psychic spell at the cost of his own soul, teleporting the Thousand Sons and the Great Pyramid away. As a result, Magnus' soul shattered, with the largest piece taken by Tzeentch, who made him the Demon Prince of Crystal City.

The descendants of the Thousand Sons Legion, angered by the fate of their genetic father, resolutely joined Chaos, forming an irreconcilable feud with the Space Wolves.

Now, after being promoted to a demon, Magnus had come to stop Dukel, though his motives were incomprehensible to most.

After witnessing how the Second Primarch, under the gods' schemes, had walked step by step toward his destined end, Magnus decided to personally come here to destroy the gods' plans.

Of course, this was not out of brotherhood, but merely to please the Lord of Change, who loved change.

Deviating from the gods' plans and distorting the destined outcome—how could such a great accomplishment not please Tzeentch?

"My brother, you are so irritable because you don't know that there is no sin in this world, only ignorance!" Magnus sneered.

"You are like a beast trapped in a cage. You can't use your brute strength. What can you do to me?"

Magnus smiled, anticipating the approval of the Lord of Change.

On the other side, when Dukel heard the ridicule, he calmed down instead.

Magnus was right. Although the Expeditionary Corps' firepower system had undergone several iterations, it was still being suppressed in this war. The Thousand Sons Fleet always controlled the distance accurately, and their firepower was not inferior to that of the Expeditionary Fleet.

Additionally, the Great Pyramid released an extremely large rune shield. Under its protection, a boarding action was almost impossible.

In the fierce exchange of fire, although the expedition fleet was protected by the Mind Matrix, it was still on the verge of collapse.

"Your Highness, please calm down," Political Commissar Kane, who stood by, had a bad feeling when he saw the Primarch calm down.

Based on his understanding of Dukel, this prince was about to do something surprising.

Indeed, this was true. After being ridiculed, the Primarch's anger surged to its peak.

This foolish brother actually thought that if he was far enough away from me, I couldn't hit him?

After a brief thought, the Primarch took a step and jumped directly into the muzzle of the macro cannon.

The macro cannon carried by the Soul Fire had a caliber of over 100 meters, and the mass of the shells it fired was thousands of tons.

Dukel crouched at the front of the shell to ensure that he wouldn't be thrown off easily.

Kane was horrified when he saw this. His sharp voice distorted over the communication channel.

"Your Highness, what are you doing? Your Highness!!!"

"Your Highness Dukel, please don't be impulsive. Think about the people of the Empire, our compatriots."

"Your Highness, please calm down your anger!"

Voices continued to plead in the voice channel.

The Primarch turned a deaf ear to them and issued the order directly.

"Fire!"

"Your Highness, this..."

An extremely embarrassed voice came from the voice channel.

"Fire! That's an order!"

"Yes, sir!"

A response came from the voice channel, and then—

Boom!

A roar loud enough to shatter a mortal's body was heard, and the shell carrying the Primarch's body flashed through the Warp—a bold move that no one in this universe would dare attempt. If it were in the physical universe, Dukel would not have dared to try it. But who could have made his foolish brother choose to be his enemy in the Warp?

Hidden in the subspace, the behemoth with wheels within wheels had its huge pupils dilated, continuously providing energy and protection to the Primarch.

Dukel only felt that the scene in front of him stretched infinitely, and then the massive pyramid appeared not far from him.

The blazing soul fire burned huge holes in the rune shield of the Thousand Sons Fleet in an instant, and the macro cannon shells, along with the Primarch, slammed heavily into the interior of the Great Pyramid.

Boom!

The violent explosion sent flames shooting into the sky. The entire pyramid shook violently, the crystal vertical pupils on it showing panic. Most of the spacious and majestic hall collapsed.

"Cough, cough." Dukel lifted the rubble pressing on him, spat out the crystal fragments in his mouth, and then walked straight toward Magnus.

As he walked, his strength grew, and soon he towered over the Demon Primarch. His iron boots left heavy footprints on the ground of the pyramid. The entire pyramid trembled under the immense pressure.

"Come on, Magnus. What were you saying? Now, tell me what you just said again!"

Dukel looked down at the Daemon Primarch, who had lost his human form. His voice boomed like thunder, and the rage it stirred caused red flames to rise from the entire hall. The Fallen Space Marines, rushing to help, were blocked by the flames and could not approach.

"You, Number Two..."

"When did you go crazy?!"

Magnus let out a long, sharp howl, like a frightened rabbit.

He never expected Number Two to appear before him in this way. What he was thinking now was just as he had said—